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Текст песни Bill Anderson - Papa

Bill Anderson - Papa слова песни




Papa was a simple man papa loved his farming landGuess I didn`t understand please forgive me papaYou can`t paint a picture of a man like papa with something as empty as wordsCause there`s no way to measure the thoughness of timberAnd compare it to the softness of birdsPapa was both and yet he was neither just a hard working God fearing soulHe gave what he had to the ones that he loved and I guess he loved me best of allFor I was the oldest and we were the closest we worked that old farm side by sideI guess that`s the reason it hit me the hardest the morning that my papa diedAll I could think of was how hard he`d worked and what little comfort he`d foundI guess that`s the reason I hitched up the mule and drove the old buggy to townI picked out a lot in the big cemetery in the shade of a tall maple treeFigured it`s the least I could do for my papaAfter all the things that he`s done for meWe gave him a funeral fit for a king and then we laid him to rest in the sodSomehow I thought that in that big pretty place he just might feel closer to GodThe women were crying as they passed by papa the men stopped and all shook my handMost of the mourness had gone when I looked up and noticed this white haired old manHe was dressed kinda shabby and he walked with a cane his voice was shaky and lowI had to look twice before I rocognized him he used to work for us a long time agoThey told me this morning that the big boss had diedAnd I thought that I should come aroundI went out to the homeplace to tell him goodbyeThey told me that you done brought him to townI remember your papa used to say that when he died he didn`t have but one requestHe wanted to be burried out dare on that farmHe said there wadn`t nowhere else that he could restWhen I heard what you`d done I fatched me a shovel found me an old paper sackI scooped up some dirt from up near the farmhouseAnd thought that I`d just bring it backI hope you don`t mind if I just sorta scatter these few little pieces of clayIt ain`t gonna mess up your pretty green grass he just might sleep better this wayGuess I didn`t understand please forgive me papa

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